On the seventh day.
As Lin Bai was practicing his Sword Skill in his yard, suddenly a sword intention, as overwhelming as a soaring cloud, came from the peak of White Cloud Peak.
"Third-order sword intention!"
"Has Senior Brother Jian Xuan exited his seclusion?"
Upon realizing this, Lin Bai hurriedly put his sword away and rushed straight to the top of White Cloud Peak.
When Lin Bai arrived in haste, he saw Su Jiannan with an excited expression, looking at a man who had just emerged from the Mountain Spiritual Spring.
The man had matured into middle age, his face showed the traces of time, but his physique was extraordinarily robust.
More than a hundred years had passed.
Jian Xuan was a figure from the past century, the once peerless young sword cultivator, had now turned into a very stoic middle-aged man.
Regardless of one's brilliance, age is ruthless in the end.
Jian Xuan draped on a robe and walked out, his face was brimming with joy that couldn't be repressed.
